Today Michael and I got registered. That’s how we do it in Victoria. The Australian Government won’t let us get married, and we don’t want to do that anyway, but we did need to be registered so that our legal status is clear. You know, next of kin, powers of attorney and all that sort of stuff.
It’s a straight forward process, and is in fact similar to what you do when you register your marriage. You just don’t get the “I now pronounce you Man and Man”.
When I look at it that way, what we did seemed like an everyday event, there were no magic words, it was rather like applying to get your drivers license, or as some suggest, registering your dog. You take a number, line up at the counter with your proof of identity and someone takes photo copies, punches it all into a computer and that’s it. You walk out registered.
Apart from this legal stuff, we don’t need registration to know how we feel about each other. We don’t need a big ceremony to mark the occasion, we don’t need to gather all our friends, unwanted family and official wedding junkies together to stand in front of them and make a public declaration of our undying love and devotion to each other. We do have a commitment to each other, it’s been ‘organic’ and it’s ongoing.
In the end, isn’t that what marriage is all about? It’s the about a commitment between two people. All the other stuff is just bloatware1.
Sure, we can have a big party, but rather than that, and at any time, why not congratulate people you see together as partners. They obviously have a commitment to each other, and it’s ongoing. That deserves a smile and a wink. Why do we only tell people how great it is to be in a relationship when they front up to get married?
For the record, our wedding reception was baked beans on toast, a fruit salad and two cups of coffee. We kissed.